Mr. Randolph liked Rose, that little smile she had, how she was still sweet when life had tried so hard to make her bitter.
It wasn't any of his business what she did in her trailer, but those strangers -- the writer and his smartass sidekick -- looked like trouble, and they'd been in there for hours, way past her normal bedtime. He reached for the phone and called the Sheriff's station.
Departure Manuscript: Randolph Calls the Police
